May 31, 2013

imagine

It is my voice that must assure her of the ride and the beauty and the thrill that could be.

She feels the rejection and the betrayal and the effort that friendship is.

It is my experience that must assure her that there is blessing too, companionship and a constant witness to all of this beautiful life that a friend can offer and that the investment is worth the reward.

He gives his all, baring naked knees for a fresh pavement shredding and bearing scoffs and ridicule for what he tries and fails at.

It is my smile, my affirmation that reminds him that this last attempt was his best yet and I will be the one who brushes him off and sets him off on his way for just one more try.

Her smile wavers in the cold - she would rather shiver alone in the corner and find shelter within her own little world.

It is my embrace, the enveloping warmth of my hand cocooning hers that must coax her into community with others and invite her to offer all that she has so that all of the rest of us can benefit from her light and joy.

When their imaginations fail and all they can see is the present picture of this minute in life, I can paint with broader strokes on a canvas of limitless sky of what all these fleeting moments are leading up to. When waves and rejection and pain and cold are what they see and what they feel and what they know, I must crack open a window to the future that allows them a glimpse of what is possible.

So with wrinkled fingers and purple lips and wavering spirits, we stand together with toes buried in the sand and look out with hope and expectation imagining all that can be...with time.

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It is my voice that must assure her of the ride and the beauty and the thrill that could be.

She feels the rejection and the betrayal and the effort that friendship is.

It is my experience that must assure her that there is blessing too, companionship and a constant witness to all of this beautiful life that a friend can offer and that the investment is worth the reward.

He gives his all, baring naked knees for a fresh pavement shredding and bearing scoffs and ridicule for what he tries and fails at.

It is my smile, my affirmation that reminds him that this last attempt was his best yet and I will be the one who brushes him off and sets him off on his way for just one more try.

Her smile wavers in the cold - she would rather shiver alone in the corner and find shelter within her own little world.

It is my embrace, the enveloping warmth of my hand cocooning hers that must coax her into community with others and invite her to offer all that she has so that all of the rest of us can benefit from her light and joy.

When their imaginations fail and all they can see is the present picture of this minute in life, I can paint with broader strokes on a canvas of limitless sky of what all these fleeting moments are leading up to. When waves and rejection and pain and cold are what they see and what they feel and what they know, I must crack open a window to the future that allows them a glimpse of what is possible.

So with wrinkled fingers and purple lips and wavering spirits, we stand together with toes buried in the sand and look out with hope and expectation imagining all that can be...with time.